No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Just found the below middle-of-the-night notes from a dream I had two months ago.
Aircraft overhead trying smoke run to outer side is a small space shuttle it arcs up and crashed into river. Crowd gathers kept back by cops. We discuss Russian shuttle program. Cops say it’s all over, yeah maybe it got too away in that FedEx plane. Changes to same view but now it’s an apartment window and keep wondering if anyone on street is Russian crew. Eventually one guy sees us and heads straight door window bed dad to stop watching our guy will see yes but he keeps watching and guy sees and comes to window and breaking it in. Maybe he will leave no he breaks through and jumps into bedroom. I wake up.